HLM – Chapter 1034 A Distinguished Guest Arrives

The kea parrots couldn’t stay balanced on the emus’ backs at all. As soon as they jumped up, they didn’t even have time to open their beaks to peck, and “splat”—they slid right off.

It was like a group of kids on a slide: one jumped up, one slid down. For a while, dozens of kea parrots leapt onto the five emus’ backs, sliding off one by one. It was quite an amusing sight.

Of course, with so many parrots jumping around, some inevitably managed to snap at the emus with their beaks or scratch them with their claws, which was rather painful.

Angered by the attacks, the emus took a few quick steps to put distance between themselves and the parrots. Then, turning around with fury, they ran straight at them.

The battle for the nest had begun!

The emus were outnumbered, but they were big, strong, well-defended, and their presence alone was intimidating. The kea parrots had the advantage in numbers, and they tended to bully the weak and avoid the strong. When facing the falcons, the commander, or the possums, they would soar like eagles. But when confronted with the formidable emus, they panicked, flapping their wings and scattering—truly a living illustration of the saying, “When danger strikes, even birds that once shared the same tree fly apart.”

The emus charged forward in a wave. A few slower parrots were hit like a car crash—thud!—and were sent flying. Luckily, the emus had soft chest feathers, and the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves, so the kea parrots only got dizzy from the fall, not fatally injured.

The emus’ attack strategy was simple: run and ram. They didn’t use their beaks or claws, otherwise the parrots wouldn’t just have ruffled feathers—they’d be lying dead everywhere.

Wang Bo had been training Little Meng to be the leader of the kea parrots, so that eventually it could lead them to hunt possums properly. Little Meng hadn’t fully grasped the purpose yet, but it already saw the parrots as its little followers.

If the parrots misbehaved, they should be disciplined—but by Little Meng, not just anyone!

Seeing his little brothers being chased around, Little Meng got angry. He flew up and circled swiftly in the air—this was like a missile locking on; falcons circle in the air to locate prey and find the right moment to strike.

Finally, the opportunity appeared. Little Meng transformed into a missile, shooting through tens of meters in a blink!

The dive was so fast that Wang Bo even heard the falcon’s body slicing through the air: “Whoosh!”

Little Meng landed precisely on one emu’s head, talons spread, and unleashed his killing strike mercilessly.

The emu’s head was covered in coarse, bristle-like feathers—almost like a wool hat—which offered some protection. Little Meng struck and flew back up, leaving some brown feathers in the air—proof of his attack.

The attacked emu let out two painful screams and bolted toward the forest. The other emus, not wishing to linger, stirred the parrots into chaos before retreating victoriously into the woods.

Little Meng was out of options. Dense forests were never a falcon’s territory. By nature, they disliked thick woods—branches and vines obstructed their vision, blocked their path, and could even entangle them.

He circled a few more times but couldn’t find another opportunity, and returned reluctantly.

The kea parrots, truly cowardly, hadn’t followed Little Meng’s lead at all. They scattered and only peeked out from leaves, branches, and tree holes once the emus disappeared.

After cautious glances confirmed no danger, the kea parrots came out noisily again.

Because of his “Soul Heart,” Little Meng was much smarter than ordinary birds. Seeing his subordinates, he felt a rare frustration—why aren’t they learning properly?—and pecked at them on the ground.

Previously, any attack from Little Meng would scatter the parrots. This time, most of them didn’t flee, just huddled together timidly, and only a few were chased away by his pecks.

Seeing this, Atulu excitedly said, “Boss, it seems your plan worked—Little Meng has become the leader of these birds!”

Wang Bo laughed: “It’s not that simple. I think Little Meng is being used as a tool. Now that the emus occupy their nest, the parrots are temporarily submitting to Little Meng.”

The emus weren’t that domineering—the kea parrots were. The emus were just living in the forest; the parrots’ nests weren’t seized.

Over the next few days, whenever Wang Bo brought Little Meng to the forest, the kea parrots showed more signs of submission. By evening, they would even wait at the edge of the forest for Little Meng, during Wang Bo’s walks.

Watching them, it was like waiting for daylight at midnight, longing for spring in the dead of winter, or eagerly awaiting the Red Army amid blooming rhododendrons.

In early July, the first snowfall finally came. It wasn’t heavy; delicate flakes fell, dressing Sunset Town in a light coat of white.

During this time, some unexpected visitors arrived in Sunset Town.

Wang Bo was drinking coffee and watching a movie when someone knocked on the door. He casually said, “Come in.”

Then a familiar face appeared—Hugo Lancaster, a British royal duke!

Seeing Lancaster, Wang Bo rubbed his eyes subconsciously. Did he really see that correctly?

“Surprised?” Lancaster smiled.

Wang Bo nodded: “Very surprised. I’m not surprised you came to Sunset Town; I’m surprised that no department notified me beforehand.”

Lancaster laughed: “Of course, of course. I came secretly. No one knew where I went, except maybe my fiancée. Most people probably didn’t know either.”

Wang Bo invited him to sit. Lancaster removed his gloves and sniffed: “Smells like good coffee. Pour me a cup—I’ll take it as a thank you.”

“Thank you?” Wang Bo was a bit lost.

“Of course. Look, it was so easy to get through here, wasn’t it? I walked into the office without a single question,” Lancaster explained.

Wang Bo replied: “That’s because people here are simple and friendly. Why would anyone question a guest visiting the mayor?”

“Actually, I didn’t see anyone. What about Benjamin and Gerald?”

“They’re patrolling the south. The weather is bad, and the police are managing the roads,” Wang Bo said.

He called Uncle Bing to inform them that Lancaster had arrived.

Unquestionably, Lancaster came to Sunset Town to visit his old comrade—this was his idea. But perhaps he was thinking too simply.